JEONÁ, JEONÁ
PRIITI D́OR CHINŔO NÁ
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TRIŃE MÁKHÁ SHISHIR KAŃÁKE
CARAŃÁGHÁTE MUCHO NÁ
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PRABHÁTER RAVI MOR BÚKE ÁSE
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PRABHÁTER RAVI MOR BÚKE ÁSE
ARUŃÁLOKE CEYE CEYE HÁSE
NITYA NOTUN PRIITI KATHÁ BHÁŚE
MIHIRE TÁRE DAHIYO NÁ
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KUSH KÁSHE SE JE CHANDA JÁGÁY
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KUSH KÁSHE SE JE CHANDA JÁGÁY
SHEFÁLII SUVÁSEMAN BHARE DEY
VISHVA BHUVANE TAVA GIITI GÁY
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JEONÁ, JEONÁ
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Do not go, do not go!
Do not pluck this thread of love!
O Beloved,
do not leave me, do not go!
Dewdrops are resting on the blades of grass.
Do not wipe away them by stamping Your feet on them.
The morning sun enters my bosom
and smiles lovingly with crimson light.
It tells ever new love stories
that the hot midday sun won't burn.
Amidst the grasses, rhythm awakens.
and my mind is filled with the fragrance of the jasmine flower.
In the whole world, Your song is sung.
Don't You know this fact?